Gggggg, Jake sounded as he placed more soggy cheerios in his mouth. Todd smiled patiently, and put the spoon down, then grabbed a napkin. He wiped the mixture of drool and milk that was now on his son's chin.

Like this, he instructed, showing Jake how to hold the spoon. Jake's response was to pick up more of the hooped cereal and throw them at his father. He followed it with impish snickers, that alerted Todd to the fact that he knew he was being mischievous. For all his antics, Todd truly treasured these moments with his son, even when he was being purposely messy.

Now Jake, you know better,! Todd scolded lightly, as Jake attempted to pick up the small plastic bowl.

Baaaaaaaaa, the baby replied, smiling so that his little front teeth were showing.

Good boy, Todd praised, as Jake removed his hand from the bowl and pointed straight to Jessica's earring, which was sitting on top of the counter. Todd shook his head, bothered at his wife's carelessness. Leaving certain objects around the house where a small child had easy access to them was just like her. Todd stared proudly at his son. He placed the earring in his pocket, far away from Jake's chubby fingers, whose attention shifted to a plate of sliced banana.

His hair was even darker than before, and his eyes were now decidedly light brown instead of the nondescript shade of blue they used to be when he was an infant. The changes were subtle, they had crept up on his young son, and Todd regretted all the time that he spent away from him. Jessica was the lucky one. She got to see his first wobbly steps, all his milestones, every new experience...

Todd glanced at the clock on the microwave oven. It was already eight thirty. Knowing Jessica, she would probably sleep till noon, wake up, and demand his credit card so she could go for groceries. It was notable however, that every trip to the grocery store ended up with a lot more than food in Jessica's shopping bags. She always managed to detour to the mall, or north to Rodeo Drive with Lila.

Well she couldn't have his credit card today. He was going to have to put his foot down. Now was the time for them to be saving more money. Todd had recently dipped deep into his savings account to help his parents avoid foreclosure. They still owed a lot of money on their house on Country Club Drive, and Emily Wilkins was back to being a full time caterer. She was doing enough to get them by, but times were tough, and every time Todd saw his father, Bert Wilkins seemed more despondent at his financial losses.

The lines between his eyebrows deepened at the thought of his wife. If he could even call her that. They seemed more like roommates these days. Whenever Todd wanted to throw in the towel, he would remember the innocent, wide eyes of his young son, so trusting, so vulnerable…..

Intimacy was a thing of the past. Sex was tolerable, without much pleasure. Except...in the dark, her blonde hair made it easy, too easy to conjure up someone else. Then he could actually enjoy it. For those brief moments, he was laying in another woman's arms, that other woman, who occupied his mind, the one whose pictures were locked away in a closet in his dressing room, where his wife never ventured.

It would have been too simple to cheat on Jessica, to seek comfort in the bed of another woman. Of which, there were plenty of. Groupies, hangers on, they were all willing, always eager, always there at every stop, every game, every hotel. But he always declined, and it wasn't for the sake of his wife. He wanted to be the man that his parents could respect, that his son could look up to. As far as he knew, Bert Wilkins had never cheated on his wife. His parents had always given him the security of a stable home. And because of that, Todd was not about to start an illicit affair, no matter how tempting it was….


Thud…..thud…thud. The sound was booming in Jessica's half asleep ears, reverberating in her brain, annoying her to no end. She heard Jake's happy high pitched squeals and childish laughter, that indicated he was thoroughly enjoying himself as his father showed him how to shoot hoops outside. Her son and husband were at the side of the house facing the road, where Todd had just installed a new basketball system, one which, much to the detriment of his wife's early morning nerves, he was currently making the most of.

Jessica placed the pillow over her head in an attempt at drowning the sounds out. But they kept coming. The ball kept bouncing. She heard Todd's ugly high top sneakers squeaking on the pavement every time he moved. Jessica punched her pillow with irritation, and blew a lock of hair out of her eye. Whoever invented that stupid game anyway? Whoever it was deserved a prize for idiocy! She felt like running down to the kitchen, grabbing a butcher knife and stabbing the hell out of that annoying ball. And all the others that Todd kept around the house. There were just too many of them!

Her sleepy eye read the digital clock above the television. It was just almost ten, and a Saturday morning. Why did Todd have to shoot hoops so early in the day? Didn't he get enough from training sessions in LA with his team? The admiration she had always had for his prowess on the court now seemed to have found it's way into a black hole. In fact, if someone told her that Todd, along with his basketballs, and hideous stuck in the eighties shoes had gotten sucked into a black hole, she probably wouldn't bat an eyelash.

The thought of overly tall guys, chasing after a stupid ball, throwing their arms around like monkeys suddenly seemed so silly to her. Basketball was so…..tacky! Why couldn't Todd play a classy sport like tennis? Jessica had always been a good player herself. Jake would definitely benefit from a sport like that. Tennis players could make a lot of money.

Or why couldn't he buy a boat and learn how to sail? She pictured herself on a thirty, no…. fifty foot yacht, her hair perfectly in place despite the wind, as they cut across the water.

And golf…. Golf was so much more sophisticated. And so was badminton. Even running, like she often saw Roger Patman doing up and down Valley Crest Drive, was a lot more dignified than gesticulating on a wooden court like a zoo animal.

The girl who had reveled in the spirit of high school sports, the girl who shook her pom poms harder than any of her teammates, who cheered louder than the whole crowd combined, who liked to think that she kicked higher than anyone else on her squad, had conveniently forgotten how much she used to enjoy the game. The only good thing about being the wife of a professional basketball player was the salary it brought, and the fancy cocktail parties and world class gatherings that she and Todd used to attend in the beginning of their relationship. The excitement of being married to a professional athlete was short lived, as Todd was either traveling, training, or too mentally and physically exhausted to give her the time and attention that she felt she deserved.

And now that the season was over, his presence was more of an inconvenience than anything else. She wanted affection, but from someone more worthy than white bread Todd. She always used to tease Elizabeth about how boring Todd was, when deep down she was jealous of their relationship. She had never been able to get over the fact that he preferred Elizabeth to her. Back then anyway….

He was cramping her lifestyle! She and Brian were meeting less now, and when they did, it was usually at the Bel Age in west Hollywood. The last couple of times they had been there, Jessica had the misfortune of footing the bill for the room. Brian's wallet had been stolen, and his bank still hadn't sent replacement credit cards. He was exciting in bed, and fun to be with, but… it wasn't like they were in love with each other. He was using her as much as she was using him.

The minuscule bud of guilt about cheating on Todd that sprouted in Jessica never even flowered. It was all too common, to warm a bed or two, to get up close and personal with someone on a couch, just to get a foot in the door. And Brian was certainly providing that to her. So what if she had to pay for their room? It was more than worth it! He had given her the phone number of his photographer friend, a man who, according to Brian, was one of the best in the business.

After weeks of putting her off, Brian had eventually come through with setting her up. He had arranged an appointment with the photographer in San Fernando. Brian promised that his friend Marcus would make Jessica the next big thing! For the past few weeks, between licentious romps in bed with Brian, he had finally relented and told her that his friend was willing to see her. Just this week, Brian explained that Marcus Van Clair was just home from shooting models in Europe, and was a very busy man. Jessica could hardly contain her excitement. This was the chance she had been waiting for. Even Todd's grumpiness couldn't rain on her parade now.

Do you really think I have what it takes to make it big? Jessica had asked with false modesty, as Brian ran his hand up her thigh.

You Jessica,? he eyed her raunchily. I have a feeling that Marcus will make you a star. He winked as he zipped up his pants. Here's the card. You can go there Monday, maybe around four. Tell Marcus I sent you.

You mean you're not going with me,? Jessica's bottom lip stuck itself out in a small, irresistible pout.

Of course not, Brian laughed. Don't be nervous. Marcus is a nice guy. You can handle it, he ran his eyes appreciatively up and down her chest. He pulled a chocolate from the bed side table and tossed it at her. Later babe, he winked, as he buttoned up his shirt and put on his shoes. His exit was abrupt, without kisses and sweet nothings in her ear, but Jessica didn't care. It's not like they were in a real romance. He was handsome and being with him provided a measure of a much needed thrill. Most importantly, he supported her dreams of being a model.

She had paid almost two hundred dollars for a set of head shots, ones that were sure to make this Marcus fellow drool. Jessica hadn't met him yet, but…. she smiled to herself, she was sure he would take one look at her gorgeous face and flawless figure and get her in all the important magazines right away….

Jessica looked at the clock again as Todd started another round, and the bounce of the ball shattered her fantasy. There was no way she would get any sleep now. Sometimes Todd was so inconsiderate! She had to get out of bed. Bruce Patman was back from France with his wife, and this evening, was holding a party in her honor. There was no love lost between Bruce and Jessica, but she had always enjoyed being invited to their splendid home up on the hill. She rolled off the mattress, full of determined energy. Jessica had spied an eye catching shimmering jade dress at Bibi's last week, and wanted to go to the mall, hoping it was still there…..


Well?…..What do you think of her? She's your….. soon to be cousin in law? If you and your fiancee ever get around to it… Jessica teased Lila, as she took a bite of her crème fraîche and caviar tartlet. The balmy air flitted among the trees of the Patmans' well groomed grounds, creating a serene, warm atmosphere, and spreading the pleasant sounds of the music coming from the live band up on the balcony.

Hmmmm, this is so good, Jessica munched as Lila took a sip of her Pastis.

We're getting to it, Lila shot Jessica a look of annoyance. You've already asked, and you already know it's next week. All the invitations have gone out. We were supposed to have it last month, but Bruce's mom sprung on us that she was going to have this party today. She probably did it on purpose,! Lila remarked, giving Marie Patman, who was chatting with a group of her friends on the farther end of the lawn, a cold stare. I didn't want to get married before Bruce introduced everyone to his wife.

And have Babette and Bruce steal your thunder? Jessica mused silently. But…..she thought it over and figured she couldn't blame Lila for postponing the nuptials again. If her best friend had gotten married last month like she originally planned, this party would have caused potential upstaging of her wedding day. There were at least a hundred guests there, enjoying the food, dancing to the music, and most importantly, celebrating Bruce's happiness.

Babette's alright I guess, Lila went on, her nose inching it's way up in the air. I haven't gotten to spend much time with her.

She seems to be pretty sophisticated. And she must be well off, Jessica observed with a bit of envy, admiring Babette's diamond tennis bracelet and matching earrings. I wouldn't think they'd let Bruce marry her if she wasn't.

Lila shrugged. Her family owns vineyards. They produce wine. I know she likes to drink it.

Jessica cocked her head. Doesn't everyone?

I don't know Jess…She seemed…..sort of out of it when we were over there. I saw her kicking back quite a few.

Jessica almost giggled. Trust Lila to be envious of a girl with good looks and money.

You're exaggerating Li. Besides, a little wine is a relief if you have to spend all your time with Bruce.

Lila zeroed in on a cheese and ham filled croissant, tired of the subject of Babette. I wonder how many calories are in this? I'm on my forth. I've already worked so hard to lose ten pounds. And I want to fit into my dress.

Are they finished with it yet,? Amy asked on hearing Lila, as she walked up to her friends and joined them on the patio.

Hey Amy, Jessica greeted her friend.

Almost, Lila replied. I told Grace I decided to have it covered with Italian lace instead of French. Daddy had the lace flown in directly from a convent near lake Como. The body is all finished. It's all a matter of covering the silk. I'm getting bored… with all things French, she said, glancing at Babette.

We had dinner with them the other night, and her accent can get pretty tired after a while.

Oh? Amy raised her perfectly arched brow. Sounds like someone is a little jealous.

Of that,? Lila scoffed. Ha! Lila twirled her hair, as an unpleasant memory came into her thoughts. She didn't like the way Babette's brown eyes lingered on Roger while they were in France. She didn't like the way she smiled at him either, or, how her English always seemed to be helpless whenever she was around him. And she certainly didn't like how Babette decided to join Roger on an early morning jog just a few days ago. I'm going to keep an eye on her, Lila thought to herself. Make sure she knows her place!

He'll be moving into Fowler Crest after we get back from Maldives. I don't know how much longer I can put up with him living over there with her!

She's just being sociable Lila, Roger had said, after Lila expressed her concerns about Babette's "friendliness." And we're her family now. I'm just trying to help her adapt to living in a new country. Mostly for Bruce's sake. He ran his hands through her hair. You're the one I love….


Jessica sized up the French redhead, clad in a lime green gown. She was slim, not too tall, certainly pretty enough. Not prettier than me though, Jessica smirked as she sipped her champagne. And I have a nicer figure!

Her hair wasn't as orange as Caroline Pierce's, now, after her own marriage, Caroline Chambers', who Babette was standing next to, hanging on to her every word.

Caroline's probably filling her in on Bruce's past wicked deeds, Jessica laughed.

Can you believe Bruce? Amy chimed in. Has he been hit over the head or something? He was telling me that he and Babette may start attending mass at St. Mary's soon. He even invited me and Ken.

Haven't you heard? Lila informed her. He's all about his faith now. Their wedding was the dullest thing ever. Which, Lila lowered her voice, it's odd because Babette doesn't seem to care much about going to church. All she seems to care about is where the stars live and how long the drive is to Hollywood. And sneaking looks at Roger, she added silently.

So? What's wrong with that? Jessica shrugged, fluffing her hair as a waiter came by with glasses of pink champagne.

Can I get a sparkling cider please? Amy asked.

Right away Miss, the waiter said.

Jessica examined Amy. She was already five months along, and barely showing in her spaghetti strapped shimmering grey dress.

So have you had morning sickness,? Jessica asked, changing the subject.

None at all, Amy responded. I feel fine. I've been eating everything in sight. I've been craving double cheeseburgers. Onion rings, she moaned. I wish I had some now. I don't feel bad because I've only gained ten pounds so far, and only in my belly. And I'm not ever tired. I feel like I have more energy than before I got pregnant. And my hair is so much thicker. Who ever said pregnancy had to be horrible?

Also…..she looked around. I've been milking it for all it's worth. I pretend to be a little more tired than I really am, Amy giggled. Ken does everything I want and gets me everything too. He's so excited. I know he's on to me, but I don't care. I should have have gotten pregnant sooner. He keeps buying me presents. She smiled, tossing her straight blonde hair. Maybe I should have a baby every year. Let my handsome husband spoil me.

Lila and Jessica shared amused glances. Wait till the baby's screaming at three in the morning, Lila scoffed. And then again at five.

Yeah Amy, You'll be asking the stork to take it back, Jessica warned.

Amy shrugged her slim shoulders. My Mom says she'll help. Ken's Mom too. How bad can it be?

Hey Rog, Amy greeted him as he came up and placed his hands on Lila's shoulders.

Jessica nodded and turned up her lips in an effort of politeness. She was still slightly peeved at Roger's rejection of her attempted scheme to wheedle money out of him.

Ladies, Roger smiled in return.

Try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to smile like she meant it. The Patmans had gone all out in welcoming the newest member of their family. Their Georgian home was practically glowing, a fantastic sight high up on the hill, overlooking the valley below. Jessica excused herself and walked towards the end of the pool where she could see the northern end of the Morrow's huge mansion in the distance. As if compelled by an unknown force, she continued walking towards the pool house, past Marie Patman's rose bushes, higher up the slope and towards the property line.

The enormous home was in full view now… an outstanding site, even bigger than the Patmans'. The lit, brilliant blue of the Roman tiled swimming pool shimmered in the distance. All she had to do was climb over the expertly manicured hedges and she'd be in their territory. But she couldn't. She knew she'd be about as welcome as the bubonic plague. Even the fleas on a rabid raccoon would be given a lay out of the red carpet before the Morrows would consider letting her on their rolling green lawn.

Elizabeth did not live there, but the grand house, in it's park like setting, represented her new life...her new world. If she came home for a visit, she probably wouldn't stay in her own bedroom in the modest house on Calico Drive. She'd be here, behind the honey colored brick walls, surrounded by her new family, their servants, and all the glory of their wealth. The house, the grounds, the magnificence of the estate, it was forbidden….just like her sister.

Jessica had been at Lytton and Brown the other day, and saw Skye Morrow coming out of the luxury handbag section on the first floor. Her face lit into a friendly smile that she flashed in the other woman's direction. When she spotted Jessica, the look that emanated from Skye's dark eyes couldn't be mistaken for anything but pure hostility. Jessica's hand froze in mid air while she was attempting a wave, but she couldn't even muster up movement in her fingers. She turned around, embarrassed at Skye's obvious rejection.

Elizabeth must have poisoned her against me,! Jessica thought, as she saw a light come on in what she remembered was the servants' section of the home. This is just like her! First she makes Mom, Dad, Cara and Steve spend the holidays with her... and now she has her mother in law acting like I'm less than gum under her shoe!

I'll show her! And Elizabeth too! I'm going to be somebody, somebody big! And much sooner than later!

Jessica smiled, thinking of her plans for Monday. She turned back towards the party. Bruce and Babette were in the middle of the patio, while Hank Patman was toasting his new daughter in law. He babbled on about how happy his son was, and how pleased they were with the newest addition to their family, and Jessica couldn't help but be cynical about Bruce's new found attitude and appreciation for monogamy.

She also couldn't help but feel a hint of envy. Bruce Patman, much as she couldn't stand him, had been one of the few guys that she had convinced herself she was in love with. For the brief time they had dated, he treated her horribly. He two timed her, lied to her…she had gotten to the point where she was acting like his slave. Jessica shook her head, remembering how she had picked up his dry cleaning, and paid for it with her own money! And Bruce never spent a penny on her! All of their "dates"... if you could call them that, were at the beach, or someplace where Bruce never had to pull out his wallet. She remembered the way she restrained her usually astute tennis skills, made sure she lost on purpose, just so that he could win.

He was as handsome as ever, his skin was darkly tanned from days spent on the shores of the Mediterranean, his blue eyes sparkled whenever he looked at his new wife. The old all knowing smirk was gone from his face, and a genuine smile had taken it's place. With Bruce's marriage, Lila's soon to be wedding, and Amy's baby, all her oldest friends seemed to be on the verge of new adventures. That is why it was all so important to her. Brian's photographer buddy was just the first step in revitalizing her spirit, bringing light into her life, giving her everything she had always desired. From across the floating candle lit pool, she watched Ken plant a kiss on Amy's cheek, his hand planted protectively over her belly. She was hit right then, with what she had known for months... that her marriage had run it's course.

When was the last time Todd looked at her like that, or, for that matter, the last time she actually wanted him to look at her like that? Jessica couldn't remember. Yet….the loss didn't bother her. He wasn't here with her tonight, his excuse was that he didn't feel like leaving Jake, who was teething. His absence only made things easier. To imagine her life without him. Not that he played much of a part in it anyway….

She looked downwards to the valley below. She was going to leave Todd. Soon she'd be making more money that she could spend, and she didn't need him. The divorce would be embarrassing, but everyone would stop talking about it once they saw her pictures in the most glamorous magazines. She pictured herself on the cover of Muse, decked out in a sexy tuxedo suit and red stiletto heels. The look was a little androgynous, but, it was all the rage. Everyone would envy and admire her. She'd be on the newsstands all across the country. And on the billboards in New York! Elizabeth….Elizabeth would see the pictures, and deep down would be proud of her. And with Todd out of her life….yes! Liz would come around. She had to!….

More champagne Miss? An elderly server appeared suddenly with a tray filled with glasses. Jessica picked up one, and while Roger was giving his own toast for Bruce and Babette, she raised her glass to herself instead.

To me, she said silently imagining that the flashing cameras pointed at the newlyweds were all there in her honor. And to Monday, she smiled to herself. Whoever said they hated Mondays anyway?…...